Big thanks to all who responded! I'll keep writing....***************************************************************************"Darling," Iman nudged David awake. I was 3:00 AM.

"Ugh...is Lexie OK?" David rubbed his temples.

"She's fine. David, perhaps you ought to see a doctor. You could be having a migraine."

"What I need is a fag."

Yesss...that's it...

"Oh, David," Iman sat on his lap, and folded her arms around his shoulders....

No...no....

"I am sorry if I pushed you into this," she says. "I would let you smoke until you are one hundred years if it would make the pain go away. But I know that your father died at about your age from lung disease, and I am so afraid of losing you."

Longevity is overrated...let him smoke...

"It's not just you," David put her head on his shoulder. "I'd been trying to quit for years. But...nah, it's stupid..."